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cursedkeyboard · 10 months ago

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PAY ATTENTION ● Older brother Suguru & Younger sibling!Reader

what happens when suguru's cute younger sibling, who'd usually talk his ear off and cling to him, suddenly starts to... do their own thing?

Pairings: Platonic Suguru Geto x Younger sibling!Reader

As we know, Suguru is a rather mature teenager

He carries this air of elegance, always putting on a polite smile and spilling pleasantries past his lips like sweetened lies

But we also know that Suguru can be childish around the right people

So it's not a surprise to anyone close to him that when his younger sibling, you, stops following around like a lost puppy, Suguru immediately starts to sulk

You're only three years younger than Suguru, fourteen to his seventeen

You two always had a close relationship, closer than most siblings tend to have

Suguru loves spending time with you, to him, you're easily the funniest kid he knows

It's hard for him to ever calm down completely since he's constantly stressed with the sorcerer world

But every day when he goes home and you're in the living room or in your room, it's like he can finally breathe

Because before Satoru, you were Suguru's only friend

His little mini-me, partner in crime, best friend

You two clicked and moved like one, so in tune with each other he always marveled at how most siblings tend to hate each other

Of course, the two of you do fight sometimes

Over who gets to take a shower first, who ate the leftovers, who gets to watch what on TV

"Did you use my shampoo?"

"The one you keep hiding from me? Yeah."

"You little– That's expensive."

"That's why I used it, Suguru."

You two are siblings after all, what kind of siblings never fight?

But he never felt the kind of animosity and distrust so many brothers and sisters feel around each other, the kind that made them roll their eyes whenever they even got close to their siblings

To Suguru, you're his little sunshine, someone he'll protect until the day he keels over and dies

Not that he'll ever tell you that

(number one rule of siblingship: Never be too touchy-feely)

So imagine his surprise when the little punk who usually follows his every step, always under his elbow, asking him to hang out or help with homework, stays glued to the phone even when he sits in the same room

Like.... what?

You barely greet him, a half hearted "Hey, you're home." falling from your lips without even looking at him, and he's offended and hurt at the same time

You're fourteen, sure

He knows you'd start pulling away from him now that you have more than a couple of friends, more subjects to study, and... uh..

Puberty

But he thought it'd go away after a bit, that you'd go back to being his cute little sibling once you realized he is so much cooler than the kids your age

He'd walk past your open door multiple times a day after coming home, trying to see if you were going to invite him to hang out

He'd make tea with a mouthwatering fragrance, put on your favorite show, talk to your parents about going to a very trendy and fun place you'd surely want to go with

Damn, at some point he'd probably even talk to Satoru on the phone, loudly, because he knows you're curious about the pretty white haired teen who always teases you whenever he sees you around Suguru's home

But even then, nothing

Nothing at all

Suguru feels like he's watching the baby he helped learn how to walk turn into an adult and leave him behind

And as a big brother, he's upset, a little petty, and worst of all;

Sulky

Of course, Satoru and Shoko definitely notice, because although Suguru is quiet, he's not staying in a corner looking out of the window while listening to sad music and reminiscing quiet

And of course, they both make fun of him when he explains the situation

"And here I thought Gojo was the unreasonable one."

"Hahaha! I– I can't believe! You're sulking because the little brat isn't talking to you?!"

"Shut up, Satoru, and don't call my baby sibling a brat."

"Hah! You're such a loser, Suguru!"

Needless to say, when Suguru comes home and you're still glued to your phone in the living room, he's not in the greatest of moods

You barely look up when he drops his bag on the table

"Welcome back, Susu."

And because no one ever made a law saying Suguru can't act like Satoru sometimes, the teen flops on the couch and hugs a pillow, not answering you

That, you notice

Your brother always talks to you when he comes back home, even when he is all banged up from whatever they do at school

The sight that greets you is... something

Embarrassing, endearing, definitely pathetic for your big brother

Suguru is pouting, looking down at the pillow his strangling to his chest, his knees pulled up to make himself smaller

Not that it works, he's built like a bean pole

His shoulders brush yours, because even though he's mad, he still misses his cute– annoying little sibling

"Suguru?"

...

"Mr. Suguruuuu....?"

...

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He turns his face away, his hair slapping your face, and pushes more of his body against yours

"What the– Dude, you're squashing me! Suguru, what's wrong with you?!"

Suguru still says nothing, silently letting more and more of his weight to lower on top of you until you're smushed against the couch

Once you're a baby sibling pancake, Suguru finally opens his mouth

"So now you're paying attention to me, huh?"

... Huh?

"Huh?"

Suguru huffs, his hair all over your face, body much bigger and heavier than yours not allowing you to move an inch even though you struggle, and squeezes his pillow

"No, it's fine. Go ahead, ignore your big brother all you want. It's not like I helped mom and dad raise you."

"... Are you kiddi–"

"Yeah, keep your eyes glued to your phone, don't need to talk to me or don't hang out with me– actually, don't even look at me at all, since I'm sure you'd much rather look at your phone."

"You're being such a chil–"

"No, no, by all means! It's not like I miss you or anything."

You sighed with some effort, because Suguru is still on top of you and he's not a lightweight, and thump your head against the soft couch

Sure, you know you've been a little distant from your big brother

But, hey, you're fourteen now!

You have your friends and stuff you wanna do without your brother around

And, really, Suguru is a hypocrite

Ever since he started high school he wouldn't stop talking about the white haired cutie

Which you understood, if only visually because Satoru would often call you pint-sized Suguru

But he also spends time with other people!

"You do know I have other friends."

"So I don't matter to you anymore, is that it?"

"No, I'm just not gonna hang out with you all the time!"

"Well, you haven't been hanging out with me at all."

"Urgh!"

"Yeah, urgh."

God, you really wish more people knew about how pouty and clingy your big bro can get

Maybe they'd stop thinking he was this mature and chill guy

You groan against the couch and your brother presses his back down, pushing the air out of your lungs

"You're so annoying!"

"You used to say you wanted to be just like me when you grew up."

This guy...

You sigh, relaxing and surrendering

You're supposed to meet up your friends this weekend to watch a movie, but two of them can't make it so everyone gave up on it

Might as well use the opportunity

"Fine– I'm sorry, okay? Do– Do you wanna watch a movie this weekend? The one that just came out?"

Suguru stops for a second, letting some of his weight off of you and allowing you to breathe properly

He mutters the name of the movie and you confirm it

"Hmm..."

You can hear the smile on his face and you scoff, the exact same smile pulling at your lips too

"If you promise you'll pay more attention to your neglected older brother, then yeah."

Oh, you so want to take it back

But then again, now that he brought it up, you also miss him

If only a little

Like, a smidge

"Fine, I won't ignore you anymore. Happy?"

Suguru took a moment to answer before turning around to press a loud and gross older brother kiss on the back of your head

Now you have to take a shower

"Very happy."

He sounds smug and satisfied, finally a little more relaxed

He really did miss you so much

You're his baby, okay? Growing up too fast will only give him heartaches

And now Suguru can tell Satoru that you don't hate him

Everyone wins

...

"Hey, can you get off now?"

"Hmmm, no, I'm comfortable."

"Well, I'm not! Get off, Suguru!"

"Don't feel like it."

"Suguru!"

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snek-disappearedagain · 1 year ago

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Hii :) would it be possible to request a Ruggie x Reader? Maybe where Ruggie is sick or something and he acts super needy? Anything would be appreciated....thank you!

Ofc!! I made this a oneshot because I feel like it'd be better written as one, hope you're okay with that!

Notes; Fluff, Gn!Reader, Reader isn’t referred to by any name. I haven’t written or read much Ruggie content, so sorry if I don’t really capture his character all that well! (I also finished chapter 2 in like 1-2 days so I hardly remember anything lol) Reader has no specified dorm

Character; Ruggie

Warnings; There is *one* swear word at the very end

Writing under the cut!

What if Ruggie was Sick?

When Ruggie didn’t show up to class, you just assumed he was either skipping or taking care of something (rather, someone). What worried you is when he didn’t show up to lunch, and he didn’t come and find you once school was out.

Concerned, you decided to visit him in his dorm. You lightly knocked on his door- just in case he was sleeping.

“Come in,” Ruggie answered, his voice sounding more raspy than usual. You came into his room, only to find the hyena curled up in bed- looking very pale. You shut the door and went over to Ruggie, sitting at the end of his bed.

“Lemme guess, you’re sick?” You asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Ruggie nodded, looking up at you with tired eyes. You sighed, getting up to go get him some tea.

“Wait! Please don’t go, I want you to stay.” Ruggie asked, coughing. You were a little confused, usually Ruggie was pretty independent. Right now though.. He acted as if he wouldn’t live if you left him. It was kinda cute, so much so you let out a small chuckle.

“I love you Rugs, but I need to get you something for your sore throat. I’ll be back really soon though, don’t worry.” You said in a reassuring tone. Thankfully Ruggie was reasonable enough to realize that yeah, maybe you making him something for his throat is a good idea.

You jogged back to your dorm, knowing you had saved some nice tea bags for whenever your friends (or in this case, your boyfriend) were sick. After arriving, you found your stash in the kitchen and chose a lemon tea bag. You made the tea as fast as possible, then put it in a container and jogged back to Ruggie’s room.

When you arrived with the tea, you watched Ruggie’s face light up with joy. You smiled, too, because seeing him smile had that effect on you. You grabbed a cup and poured the lemon tea, the smell was so strong it immediately filled the room. That would probably clear up Ruggie’s sinuses, you thought, handing Ruggie the cup.

Ruggie took the cup with shaky hands, so to avoid him from spilling it you didn’t let go. Guiding the cup towards his mouth, Ruggie took a sip of the hot tea. He smiled.

“Tastes good, you’re good at making tea.” He said, coughing shortly after.

“Thanks, now why don’t you go back to sleep for a bit- And I promise I won’t leave!” You added when Ruggie frowned. He pulled you into a hug, surprisingly you.

“Snuggle with me.” Ruggie asked in a whisper, although it was more of a demand than a question.

“I love you Rugs but I’ll get sick.”

“Please?”

“Ruggie-“

“Pretty please?”

“Fine.”

And so, you slipped into Ruggie’s bed and hugged him, making sure he didn’t cough or sneeze on you. Soon after, Ruggie fell asleep. Afraid you might wake him up, you didn’t leave the bed. You also ended up falling asleep however, a smile on your face.

Bonus:

You laid in bed, looking pissed as Ruggie poured you some tea. You were now sick after laying with Ruggie while he was sick, which angered you beyond belief.

You told him you would get sick, but he just had to insist. Curse him for being cute when sick and curse you for having such a soft spot for him.

Thanks for reading!! I know this is incredibly late but I was a wee bit busy- Hope you enjoy nonetheless :D

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sylvctica · 10 months ago

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“...Sylvie.”

Their name, which often rolls off his tongue so naturally, felt heavy—poised hands settling down his tea which he has been taking long, tentative sips from. “May I suggest holding a funeral?”

Silence.

"..."

“For Foras…and you.”

He continued, straight to the point and leaving no room for doubt on what he meant. Sylvie is Foras, and yet in many ways…they’re not.

Not missing the way their eyes flicker with apprehension, fingers twitching in a cold sweat—he reaches to cup his hand over theirs. “...Forgive my forwardness, but this has been weighing on my mind for quite some time. Since the Rite of Parting, I've deeply pondered if I could offer the same to you.” The sincerity in his eyes was nothing short of good intention.

…of course at a glance, the deceased in question is still very much alive—talking and smiling as one does. But for those like the Archon who lived through countless millennia, he knew they were a dead God walking. Very few could recall them as Foras, God of Trees and Forests. Otherwise, little traces of them remained in the world. They bled into the casualties that were forgotten and buried in war. If people mourned and searched for them, they would not know it.

So as a consultant—but most importantly as their partner—there was no one better fit for this task than him. Though it is many years late, he believes every being has a right to be preserved in name and memory. Death by nature is cruel, but nothing is more cruel than a forgotten and silent death.

In addition, it would allow some closure for him as well...a time to properly mourn.

In the tides of war, where grief and vulnerability were not allowed, the weight of their death had not dawned on him until it was far too late. And though it all rests in the past now, feeling Sylvie’s essence slipping between his fingers, their own words assuring him in their time of peril ( oh, they were always so selfless, down to their last breath )…it still felt very much real when he thought back to it.

It wasn't hard to miss the weight behind his voice, though his body language long gave away that something was sitting heavy on his thoughts. Sylvie's smile flickered and faltered for a moment as their focus shifted towards him and their teacup came to a rest upon the table they sat at; it was rare for him to initiate serious conversations without prompt.

Although there was no way to predict what he was to ask—never would they expect him to bring up a funeral.

For them.

Something cold spilled through their limbs, like ice sinking through their stomach and leaving an empty hole behind—and it was the gentle touch to their hand that brought some warmth back to the present, though their 'heart' was beating like a fearfully caged bird.

Their tongue nervously darted out to lick at dry lips, mind lost between racing and having absolutely no coherent thought, as if it were frozen.

They know Zhongli means well, it'd be stupid not to after knowing him for so long … so what was this fear within them? That part of their past—Foras—was long left behind, one they've stopped really associating themselves with since that day they woke up from their death, buried behind what was now 'Sylvie'.

So a funeral is thematically fitting, yes.

So why were they so scared?

Perhaps it was the finality of saying goodbye to 'Foras' that scared them more than holding a funeral for their own death. But they wanted that and have wanted to snip that past for a while, so why did it make them want to cry merely thinking about it?

Why did it feel like it was asking to tear themselves in two?

No easy answer came, just waves and waves of emotions that seemed to tear at the seams of their heart, torn between wanting to release, and wanting to hold 'Foras' closer (even if their eyes are closed).

(You wish to know why? It's because a funeral is a finality. An acknowledgement to let go of the memory of 'Foras' they've quietly carried for two-thousand years, buried between their ribcage. To acknowledge, 'Foras' is dead and forgotten to history.)

(A fear.)

But, this is not only about themselves.

They know this is for him as well; Zhongli has not had time to mourn, has not been able to afford to do so, not with Liyue on his shoulders. And as years passed, those opportunities dwindled as the feelings slowly eroded and washed away like rivers over stones, dulling them down into something they can shelve far, far behind.

Memories flicker, of the anguish and hurt on his face as he held their body within a dying dreamscape, of the apologizes spilling out amongst sobs they could never imagine leaving him, shaking his body, of the regrets he's had over so many years. When has he ever had time to mourn? For them? For lost friends and companions? For the people of Liyue who had died for him?

They cannot be selfish and hide in their fear, when this was for him too.

Wide eyes moved from staring a hole into the table, to slowly look towards the other god. Their lips parted, then closed as the words seemed to wither in their throat.

"No it's ... I think it might be worth ... the um ... no, it's a good idea." Their voice was quiet, meek, lacking any of their confidence. "Please be slow with me, I ... I want to, but the idea scares me. Silly as ... I feel silly for being so scared of ... burying myself. I'm scared, but I trust you. I trust you."

They trust him to put Foras to rest; the glory of the God of Trees had long come to an end, and it was long overdue to say goodbye to what is now the past.

#[ YIPPPEEEEE yall get smakced with fucking length!!!!!!! ]#[ im in utter shambles still ]#[ and i wanna write an expanded drabble on this too... ]#[ so hiiiiii take this *PEWPEWS AT U* ]#SYLVIE // ANSWERED.#goldenorder #long post cw

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keefsteef · 1 year ago

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AIN'T TALKIN BOUT LOVE - EP. 1

Citizens of Vanhalenville, WELCOME to Ain't Talkin Bout Love - a pile of rambling that I'm pretending is my podcast, where we talk about ANYTHING but love for our creatures 👺

Just kidding... obviously I love them down lmaooo. This'll be a lighthearted situation type deal. To get this disclaimer out the way, I am not anti David anti Sammy or anti Gary, I'm pro them all, so if I happen to be ripping into Samuel (which I will be 🤣,)that is not a testimony of me believing in David superiority blah blah blah, they're all gonna GET THE SMOKE if necessary. (Especially DAVID 🤣)

🙄. The fact I even have to disclaim that makes me chuckle but you know how it e-is , you always get a select few that suddenly possess all-knowing oracle powers and can tell you who you hate or don't hate 🔥🧠🔥‼️

ANYWAY let's get this shitshow on the road, hello I'm Raeyeon, call me Rae...or if calling me keefsteef tickles your tingle fine🤩... whatever works🤩...

TODAY, we'll be chatting about one of the possible reasons for the notorious "Alexander doesn't speak to Samuel" ordeal that quite frequently makes blog cameos in the form of some snarky joke. But really, it's hard to chuckle at as a citizen of alexanderopolis, because that just means he'll keep hiding from us 😭 kiss seeing him playing drums in the sun GOODBYE, BELOVED...

So to briefly recap it if you aren't aware, Samuel wants to do a reunion (yes, I know without Edward it'd be extremely bittersweet, but nonetheless still a nice tribute) but Mr. Alexander Arthur Van Halen is NOT DOWN FOR IT, and will not return any emails or calls.

I know we can easily put grieving at responsibility for this,which at this point I'm sure is the case, but correct me if I'm wrong, Samuel hadn't been keeping in contact with Alexander even when Edward was still around. I knowwww obviously the drama over the leaving of the band has a huge role, but here are MY PERSONAL SPECULATIONS 😩‼️

Samuel, beloved...I'm not delusional enough to think you'd read this, but talking in the pov that you are...there's plainly things you KEEP TO YOURSELF when you expect to keep a friendship.

The majority of us are probably aware of his book called RED where he spills tea (a bit too much tea in my opinion 😩) and what not, the extreme of it regarding Edward and his drug usage. I also saw the way he went about it to be quite insensitive, it almost felt like a haha let's laugh at this crackhead type of storytelling than a "gee eddies far gone and I feel bad".

I'm SURE he meant it to be more of a feel bad situation, but he's human, humans fuck up and make mistakes.

This was a big fuck up lmaooo. We KNOW Alexander loves his brother, and I personally think that he's well enough of a grown man to not hold a silly grudge over leaving...quitting... kicking out, whatever drama. (I've already shared my THOUGHTS on that fiasco 😭)

I think he's refusing to contact Samuel, because he's probably hurt about the way he aired Edward out.

I would be too. I wouldn't want to talk to anyone that seemed to kick my blood when they were down. Samuel is an INTELLIGENT MAN, so every time I hear him go "lol idk why he won't call me back"

BELOVED 👺👺👺👺🔪🔪🔪🔪, DON'T ACT DENSE!

Obviously...I am a stranger and obviously this is my observative opinion, Samuel could've apologized to Alexander already and in Taurus fashion he pulled a "forgiveness granted, trust and friendship denied" move, but if that's not the case...

SAAAAMMMUELLLLL needs to stop trying to force a music reunion, and instead needs to invite Alexander to Cabo and talk things out man to man. (And maybe take selfies for vanhalenville 😩😩🤩💅🏽🤪)

Neither of them are getting any younger, and it just saddens me to think of the possibility they'll never talk again. But yeah, I see that Samuel has quite the tendency to enjoy opening his mouth and sharing stories...but he really needs to have a bit more awareness about the type of stories he shares.

I'm sure there's things to talk about without getting all down and dirty and personal. Take notes from Michael Anthony 😩‼️

Anyway...this was quite a WAY TO KICK OFF WASN'T IT 🤣. I've been wanting to have a little chitter chatter about this for the longest time, but I wanted to sort of establish myself as a blog first so I wouldn't get "you hate Sammy" accusations 😭

I loooove Mr. Red Rockers curly headed self, but he for real needs to quit playing these games and make things right. An apology, if he's already given it, means nothing when you continue to do what you apologized for.

THANKS FOR TUNING IN 🤩❤️, NEXT we'll talk about Mr. Diamond David Gigolo Tarzan Atomic Punk Whoever Whatever Lee Roth!

I've got some interesting things to expand on about him...word in the STREETS is on the 1978 tour, he was really just a cute cozy little bookworm and all that hooping blabber mouth persona was just that... A persona.

MUAH!

#classic rock #van halen #aint talkin bout love blogcast

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snowieluna · 2 years ago

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So we finished Attorney Woo last night, and wow. It's got me reflecting back on when I worried I might be on the spectrum. Honestly, I don't know if I am neurodivergent in some way. I was thinking for a while it might be ADHD. There are a lot of things that click for both. I wonder if there's some other third option. There are a lot of little things that I've been used to for so long.

I've always been horrible with eye contact. Dad used to complain that it looked like I wasn't paying attention or didn't care.

My reaction time is terrible. There have been times something's spilled and I'm like stuck where I can't move until someone gets angry. Also why I hate team sports.

I feel like I'm always in the way.

I'm terrible with weird food textures. If it's too chewy, I feel like I'll choke and I get anxious. It's what made me not like steak in the past because Mom overcooks it. Mushrooms feel wrong and not like food.

I used to freak if my food was touching, but I've calmed down with that a lot. Same with making food a certain way. Like only circle pickle slices could go on burgers, and they preferably have to be in a flower shape so they take up the most surface area. Long pickles go on sandwiches. Any spread that goes on bread has to cover the whole piece, edge to edge. I can't do sesame seeds on bread. I rip off the crust or pick them off. Tea needs just enough milk so the colour lightens. Cereal needs to enough to be wet - a thin layer at the bottom of the bowl. I can't do pulpy drinks or strawberry ice cream. The frozen seedy chunks are gross. Same for chia or if a powdered drink hasn't completely dissolved.

I'm bad with processing my emotions or understanding what I'm feeling. When I was younger, it was easier to just say I was neutral because also! It's hard to know if I'm feeling the correct emotion. Like what do you want me to be feeling right now? Is it too much or too little? I get overly invested in fictional characters more than real people. I cry so easily.

If I'm feeling too much, it's like I go numb and shut down. I used to hurt myself more when I was overwhelmed. When I was younger, I'd hit my head against my wall because I was upset but felt unallowed or unable to express it. In arguments with JM over something I did wrong again, I'd start to feel like I was floating above my body and that'd worry me. So then I'd press my fingers hard into the edge of my keys, or my nails into my hand, or I'd pick at skin imperfections. Now I'm realizing I was trying to ground myself, but back then, he just thought I was hurting myself, and that made him more upset, which made me feel worse. I'd try to focus on what he was saying, but it would be on small details that I felt I could process, but I was still wrong because I wasn't seeing the whole picture to him. (I still do this when I'm super upset/overwhelmed/whatever.) I wouldn't remember after what either of us had said, only that we were both upset and that it was probably my fault.

I used to hold my breath unintentionally while crying. I think trying to hold back the sounds, but it'd feel like pressure was building.

I can't focus much on stuff I don't care about. I feel like I was only good at school when I was younger because I was a perfectionist and needed good grades. Parents didn't even put that much pressure on me, but once I was doing well, it feels like that's the norm, so I have to uphold that standard. I could memorize enough for tests, but unless it was about specific things I liked, poof it's gone. Do well on tests, be quiet but also social. But not too social! Follow the rules. Be well behaved. Try to be good to make up for the fact that I'm not charismatic or athletic.

I'm really bad at multitasking or doing things in a way that doesn't seem logical. At the lab, I'd get mad because I had a plan for that day. I was going to get x done, but now they want this from me instead. Or I'd have a bunch of samples ready to go with a certain mobile phase. Then a day later, get another that could've gone with the first batch. So I have to wait until I have enough to test together, or it feels wrong. If I'm cleaning at home and in the right mood, I need to get as much done as I can before the energy's gone.

Which leads to me not eating consistently. Because if I'm in the middle of something, I don't want to stop. I'll eat later. Yeah my stomach feels so empty, but I gotta finish. Yeah my meds alarm went off, but I'll just take them later. Gotta keep going before I get distracted and lazy.

I'm not great with time management. I don't know how long I'm going to take unless I break it down. And even then I sometimes underestimate because I feel like I'd be keeping people waiting too long, or just because I need more sleep. Then I space out or stuff comes up, and oh I'm late now. Or I get overly anxious about being late that I'm way too early, or can't focus on anything else but being on time.

Sleeping early has always been hard. I'm convinced part of why I was so depressed in middle school was from sleep deprivation. I couldn't sleep until midnight-ish, then be up by 5:45am/6am. At night, I wouldn't have enough time to decompress in between homework, eating, showering, and planning for the next day. When I got to college and could take afternoon classes, it was such a relief. But the change in environment was it's own form of stress.

I guess this whole rant started was because I saw a post on how Young-woo struggled with the revolving door potentially due to vestibular and propioception issues. It got me thinking of when I go down stairs and it feels like I'm going to miss one and fall. (Plus the anxiety of potentially being embarrassed or hurt if I fell. And the anxiety of I'm backing up traffic and look like an idiot who can't use stairs.) Or the dizzy feeling when I've tried VR or watched 3D movies. Like I need to hold onto something for dear life. How I hate the dropping feeling in my stomach on big bumps in the road or on roller-coasters. (I had an anxiety attack on the last big one I tried. I thought I was going to die.) Trying to visualize a car in the center of the lane has thrown me off so much, so I'm still scared of driving. (Even though I want to try again this year. I'm super scared of trying to park.) I can't ride a bike or rollerblade because I couldn't get the hang of balancing and moving at the same time. (And more of the embarrassment of falling and not getting it right away.)

I can't swim because the idea of water getting in my eyes, nose, ears, or mouth makes me panicky. But goggles, ear and nose plugs feel uncomfortable. The goggles get blurry and I can't see. The nose plug hurts my nose. Ear plugs I can deal with even though they make my breathing and heart beat sound super loud.

Senses are weird. I can't do super bright lights or loud sounds. The sounds if I'm not ready make me feel like I'm drowning. (But weirdly enough, if I'm particularly moved by music, I can feel like I'm drowning, but in a good way. I guess it's like a firm hug as opposed to a crushing squeeze?) Smells don't bother me too much unless it's fish. It can make me nauseous. If a room is too hot and the humidity is off, I feel like I can't breathe. It feels like my nose is stuffed with cotton or like I'm breathing through a straw, and it scares me. I love hugs because they feel safe. My hair being played with is so nice (or pulled if in a spicy setting. Same for spanks.) I like holding hands, but mine get so sweaty. I love dancing when I don't have to think. I love feeling textures on skin, except sometimes I pick without meaning to.

I've run out of steam and I wanna eat something.

#extraordinary attorney woo

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sunnydayjackass · 2 years ago

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Chamomile

The brainrot is real also this song makes me think of Jack

"Nobody will understand what we have."

You remembered Jack telling you that before and sometimes it bothered you more than other times. You'd thought you'd resigned to yourself that this just was a thing that simply...was. Whatever you could call this. Inwardly you called it a relationship, the levels of intimacy the two of you had started diving into.

And truthfully, it'd been some time since you'd felt so loved, so safe, that Jack was so caring and compassionate to you. Always checking on you, careful not to cross any of your boundaries, always prioritizing your comfort and feelings. And it felt incredible, the warmth that he brought to your life. Even now, while you were curled into his side on your bed in the cover of night.

But when you stepped out into the world outside your apartment door- nobody else could see him, see him with you. Nobody could hear him speak and you couldn't always answer-running the risk that you looked out of your mind and maybe you were? No. This...JACK, was real. Tangible under your fingertips now that dared to brush a tuft of cerulean from his forehead. You lamented you couldn't take him on traditional dates or hold his hand- not that it ever stopped him from slinging an arm around your shoulders or waist.

You weren't sure if life was blessing you or cursing you. A caring and loving boyfriend but...

"...mmngh...Sunshine...? Are you okay?" Jack groggily rolled over, large arms pulling you closer to nuzzle into your hair. Your hands immediately moved to embrace him back. To hold him close as though to ground yourself. He's here, beside you, warm and solid against you. A soft kiss is pressed behind your ear as Jack sighs and you swallow thickly.

"Y-Yeh...I'm alright. Just...kinda got in my own head, couldn't sleep." Your murmur softly, turning your head to get a better look at him, or attempt to in the moonlight that spilled through your curtains. You kiss the bridge of his nose sweetly in return and it pulls a sleepy smile to his lips before he gives a sharp inhale.

"Something bothering you?... we can talk about it." Jack offers, dark doe eyes opening slowly to gazd at you fondly. He's just so sweet and considerate...you feel your heart clench and warmth bloom in your chest. A smile tugs at your lips as you reach to guide him down for a lingering kiss and Jack's forehead rests upon yours.

"No...no I'm alright."

"If you're not, it's okay. You know you can tell me anything and I'll always be here for you no matter what." It's his turn to brush some hair from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead, "It's easy to have your thoughts go late at night...why don't I fix you some tea?" Jack offers, propping himself up and already prepared to venture into the kitchen for you.

There's a soft sound of protest from you, almost akin to a whine at the slight absence of his warmth. You flush, a little embarrassed--oh god what if you're being needy?? Or clingy?? Fuck, there goes all those wild thoughts running in a few different directions that make you deflate slightly. Jack notices this, as he notices all things about you- he knows you like the back of his hand. "Oh, Sunshine..." he coos, craning his neck down to steal another kiss, "How about this-- we both make some tea, we put on that movie you like so much, cuddle up on the couch...and when you fall asleep, I'll tuck you right back in."

He's been pretty firm with not sleeping on the couch from the jump. It's sweet but you've slept in worse places or positions.

But the offer is genuine, focused on helping you clear your head and feel better from the hole your own brain has dug of doubts and self worth. There's no judgement to be seen on him, just that same warm soothing smile of Sunny Day Jack. You could almost cry, almost but you don't feel that bad about it anymore. How could you with such an enticing offer and Jack's abundance of affection? You nod and push yourself up from bed, peeling back the covers to pad into the kitchen, Jack's hand in yours in the short walk and your fingers laced together. Or rather more your hand engulfed in his.

But it feels nice. The gesture is comforting even if you can't do it in public. In this moment- you feel whole. As you often do in the private moments with Jack.

As tea is prepared, your preferred blend and choice of additions added just the way you like, Jack walks with you into the living room. You waste no time bundling back up in blankets with him, seated on his lap with your head against his chest, cradling a warm mug between your hands. The TV flickers to light as Jack fumbles a little to toggle over to the correct platform to watch your comfort show before his arms rest securely around your form. Your body relaxes against him and a hand rubs soothing patterns on your back, tracing the curve of your spine up to the nape of your neck as you release a content sigh. A warm chuckle reverberates through Jack's chest. "Feeling better, (Name)?"

You nod your head and give him a far more convincing smile. "I don't tell you enough but...I really appreciate you, Jack." The clown seems to melt at your words a little, blush dusting over the apples of his cheeks. "Thank you." A kiss is placed to the sharp curve of his jaw and it isn't far after Jack carefully catches your chin between his fingers. Carefully angling to kiss you proper and not spill the hot drink in your hands. The kiss is slow and with purpose, proclamation of unbridled adoration and love that he feels for you every moment of his existence.

"I love you, Sunshine."

#sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #theres something wrong with sunny time jack #sdj x reader #there's something wrong with sunny day jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #tswwsdj #swwsdj #Spotify

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allaboutthedongs · 3 years ago

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Tell me you don’t love me | 18+

☆ Pairing: Idol!Doyoung x Actress!Female reader Mentions of Taeyong, Jaehyun and Johnny.

☆ Genre: A little angst, a lot of smut, cringy fluff at the end.

☆ Word count: 7.6 K (Sorry not sorry)

☆ Warnings: Dom!Doyoung, oral sex (f and m receiving), guided masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, soft sex, hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, a bit of alcohol consumption, cursing. Just filth, tbh.

☆ Prompt: You had a beautiful relationship with Doyoung until your company forced you to break up with him, so you did even if that meant having to lie and breaking his heart into a million pieces.

☆ A/n: OH-MY-GOD! I'm so excited because this is my very first time writing something on Tumblr, but foremost because I would've never imagined it was gonna be mainly smut!. Also, I guess I just got carried away a little bit too much(?). Please, have in mind that English is not my first language so there might be some grammar/spelling mistakes, but I'm pretty sure you'll still get the whole idea, okay? Since this blog is brand new, feel free to leave feedback, requests, suggestions for upcoming posts, questions, like, reblog, etc. Everything is welcomed (except hate, of course).

You felt a little bit nervous while doing your makeup, but taking a look at yourself after finishing the last touch ups, you were satisfied with what you saw in the mirror, feeling beautiful and confident with that gorgeous burgundy silk dress that hugged your curves just perfect, making you feel sexy but also elegant and sophisticated, first of all, because it was a fancy ass birthday party at your beloved friend Taeyong new house and second and most importantly, because your ex boyfriend Doyoung, was going to be there, it was his best friend birthday, after all.

It was a couple of months ago since you saw him for the last time, one day before you broke up with him. At first, you thought you could deal with the pressure of dating an idol as popular as him, and everything was fine the first eight months until your boss demanded to immediately talk with you at his office. Dispatch happened to be following you and your boyfriend for three months already, taking pictures of you both at your late night dates, him leaving your apartment in the early mornings, and already having lots of proofs that you were definitely dating, they were threatening your company to unveil your relationship to the world since it was easier to threaten and scare a small company than SM Ent.

You couldn't let that happen, at least not now that NCT 127 was having a highly expected comeback and their North American Tour was just around the corner.

Having a dating scandal at that moment would ruin not just your rising acting career, but his career, and one way or another, it'd definitely end up affecting all his members, your acting colleagues, and the staff of your upcoming drama too.

He has always cared way too much about his fans, his idol image and being very careful about never doing anything wrong that could make them feel disappointed, having such a big fandom was a heavy weight on his shoulders and a huge responsibility, but your chemistry was amazing and you both loved each other so much, that for the first time in his life he put himself and his feelings first, so after some casual dates he asked you to be his girlfriend.

But now, you couldn't be that selfish at dragging innocents into your mess, so you "agreed" with your boss that the company would bribe Dispatch for them not spilling the tea and if somehow any rumors came to light, they would flatly deny them all, even threatening about taking legal actions for spreading malicious rumors, but in return of saving both of your asses, they wanted you to break up with Doyoung right away and focus only on your job, no more dating for you.

It was a cold night when you realized that you could not delay the inevitable anymore, you had to break up with him even if that meant that your heart would shatter into a million pieces.

Doyoung was everything you've ever wanted, you just couldn't ask God/the universe for more. Always so lovingly taking care of you and willing to fulfilling all your emotional, physical, and sexual needs. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world for having such a wonderful man like him by your side. You loved him so much that you could feel a million butterflies in your stomach by just simply thinking about him and his adorable gummy smile but, for his own good and all of that love you felt, you knew you had to go separate ways.

You even managed to convince yourself that it was the best for everyone.

Anxiety started building up in your chest while taking your phone into your shaking hands to call him.

"Hey babe, how are you? I've been missing your lips so much all day long." He answered and as soon as you heard his sweet voice, you felt a lump forming in your throat, you could tell he was smiling on the other side of the phone, unaware of what was going to happen next.

Looking up, feeling like already losing the battle of not letting your tears fall, you took a moment to collect yourself before speaking.

"Hi Doyoung, we need to talk. No, I mean, I just have to tell you something." You said in a cold tone, worrying him.

"Y/N, what happens? Are you ok?". He was now panicking, thinking that perhaps you were hurt or something worse.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that..." you gulped hard, "I want to break up". Tears slowly fell down your cheeks. There was no way going back at this point anymore.

"What?" He almost choked on his spit. "Is this a joke, honey? Because, let me tell you is not fun at all."

You wanted to tell him that it was a bad joke and apologize for scaring the shit out of him, but you knew that you couldn't.

"No, Doyoung, I'm being serious, I'm breaking up with you". This was being way harder than you thought.

"Wait, but why?!" You didn't reply. "Did I do something wrong? Y/N, you know you can tell me anything and if something is bothering you, just tell me and we can work on it, together." He sounded desperate.

"No, there's nothing to work on and you didn't do anything wrong, I just can't do this anymore." It was taking everything on you not to cry out loud.

"But why?! Just tell me a fucking reason. What happened, what changed?" He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"My feelings! My feelings have changed, Doyoung. I thought I was in love with you... but I'm not. I'm so sorry that it took me too long to realize that."

Doyoung felt his heart skipping a beat, it was getting harder and harder for him to keep breathing. "No, no, no! This can't be true! Listen, are you at your apartment, right? I'm coming, we need to talk about this in person."

It hurt you beyond words can describe the way he was trying so hard to understand and get a proper response from you, but all you could do was push him away.

"No Doyoung, don't come over! I don't want to talk or see you anymore. I just have said all that I had to. Please, leave me alone and forget about me!" You said almost yelling at him and hanging up.

Then you proceeded to block him on your phone and all your social media, leaving a desolated Doyoung, feeling like his soul left his body, crying alone quietly, his back against his bedroom door overthinking, asking himself Why did you leave him so suddenly? Wasn't he enough for you? Was it because you were already seeing someone else?

A million questions without answers ran through his head.

The following weeks were hell for Doyoung, it was like the time had frozen and he was living in another dimension. Of course, he had to keep doing his job and keeping up with his busy comeback schedule but he felt like a zombie. He couldn't sleep or eat well, and having to keep smiling and taking cute selfies for his fans as if everything was perfect, was truly killing him inside.

Doyoung had zero interest in attending any party, two months had passed since you broke up with him out of the blue and he already felt like the life and all the energy had been drained of his body, but it was Taeyong's birthday and he couldn't let his friend down on this, besides, he had insisted him a lot about going as it was the perfect excuse to finally have some fun and get distracted from his recently miserable life, even just for one night.

He was chatting listlessly with Taeyong and some other friends in the living room, taking a sip of his drink when he saw you at the entrance.

You were walking into the house, smiling happily at Jaehyun and holding his arm. At that moment he felt as if he had been poured a bucket of ice water.

"Why the fuck did you come to the party with Jaehyun?" he thought. His hands were tingling and it was hard to breathe but he wasn't sure if it was because of the jealousy of seeing you so happy with Jaehyun or because you looked absolutely stunning, like the most beautiful and perfect woman in the world.

Jaehyun and you looked over where Taeyong was standing, greeting him from afar, walking towards him to congratulate and give him his birthday gifts.

As you were approaching the birthday boy next to Doyoung, he panicked and wanted to run away, but all he could do was turn to look at his friend in despair.

"Okay, this is unbelievable. Didn't you say that I could get distracted and have fun tonight? So, why the fuck did you invite her?! Do you even remember how she just dumped me, giving zero fucks about my feelings? I thought you were my friend and you were on my side." he mumbled trying to look calm as possible.

"I'm always on your side, Doyoung. You'll see, I swear." Taeyong said with a chuckle and patting his shoulder, leaving his friend confused as he walked to meet you halfway, hugging you warmly.

"Happy birthday, handsome boy! I bought you a little something, hope you like it." You said with a bright smile, "Also, your new house is huge and beautiful, you have such a good taste. I love it! Show me that painting over there..." and walked with him across the room with an intent to avoid having awkwardly greet Doyoung.

The night was going by without a hitch, everyone seemed to be having a good time, except for Doyoung who was drinking alone, being consumed by jealousy, looking at you with anger from the corner of the kitchen. Never thought he would be able to feel anything like this, but seeing you talking, smiling, and having a good time in the company of other guys rather than him, was making him lose his mind. Besides, he couldn't understand why his friends kept being so nice and friendly with you despite them knowing how bad you hurt his feelings not so long ago, feeling hurt again and betrayed by them. Everything seemed surreal to him.

A week had passed since you broke up with Doyoung when one morning you happened to meet Jaehyun in a cafe. At first, he had every intention of coming to you to tell you a not-so-nice thing or two for breaking his friend's heart, but as soon as he saw you, he realized from your eyes swollen from crying too much that something else was going on and that you weren't having a quite good time either.

A few minutes after you're talking to Jaehyun, trying to avoid his questions, Taeyong came in and saw you biting your lip, hands shaking and trying hard not to cry in front of his friend.

When you heard the door opening, you turned around and looked him in the eyes. At that moment, even without you telling him a single word, he knew that you were suffering a lot and needed their support too.

As much as you wanted to keep the secret of what really happened, you had no choice but to tell them everything, how you felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world, how much you still loved Doyoung and how much it weighed on you to have hurt such a wonderful man like him, but not before making them swear that they would not say anything, to which they reluctantly agreed.

It might have looked like you were having fun just like everyone else, but in reality, you found it harder than you thought being in the same place as Doyoung with every passing second. You felt the urge to go to him, to talk, to ask him how he was doing, although you could easily tell just by looking at him that he was as devastated as you, only you were much better at hiding your emotions than he was, you were a good actress after all.

The music was loud and the laughter in the background was bothering him too much as if making fun of him, reminding him of how miserable his existence was. Just when he thought his night couldn't get any worse and even considering going home, he saw you dancing with Jaehyun a little bit too sexy for his liking and him being a little handsy with you that he couldn't take it anymore, feeling his blood boiling with rage.

Tired of sitting around faking a cool demeanor, you made it to the dance floor with Jaehyun as your last attempt to get Doyoung's attention or at least have some fun.

Jaehyun had always been a really great dancer, so you lost yourselves into the music, swaying your hips back and forth, his hands placed on your waist. It was all fun and games, having a great time with your friend and for the first time in what seemed like ages, you felt like all your worries faded away for at least a brief moment.

Carelessly leaving his glass of wine on the kitchen counter, Doyoung walked over where you and your friend were dancing.

"Hey!" you heard Doyoung's voice, then felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him.

"Care to explain why the fuck are you dancing like that with Jaehyun?" He asked you in an angry tone.

Surprised, you raised your eyes to him and the way he was looking at you, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and serious, sent chills down your spine.

"I have absolutely nothing to explain to you, Doyoung. I'm a free woman, and I can dance with whoever I want." You replied to him, trying to collect yourself and sound confident.

"Hyung, calm down. It's not what you are thinking." Jaehyun tried to explain but Doyoung cut him off.

"Shut up, traitor! This is between Y/N and me." and pushed him back.

"Let's go, we have a pending conversation." He said reaching your hand.

"No, I'm having fun with my friends." you protested.

"You still owe me an explanation." Doyoung pulled you from Jaehyun and dragged you straight towards the staircase.

"Doyoung!" You yelled at him.

He said nothing as he led you down the hall, his hand tight around yours and his steps almost too quick for you to keep up with, pulling you into a free bedroom and slamming the door behind you.

Smiling, Taeyong watched in awe the whole scene, proud that his friend finally grew some balls to fight for his girl. The plan had worked out perfectly.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You told him once he locked you both in the bedroom, taking your hand away from his, harshly.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that! Why out of all the men in the world, you have to come to the party at Jaehyun's arm? And why were you dancing with him like that, just in front of me?" He was really pissed off.

"That's none of your business and I don't have to give you any explanation. Let me remind you that we are over."

"Is Jaehyun the reason that you broke up with me? Are you fucking him?"

"What?! Oh my God, Doyoung, are you drunk?." You were shocked, how could he think that? Jaehyun was your friend and even as a brother to him.

"Answer me! I looked the way he was touching you! Is he fucking you better than I did, by any chance?" He had already lost his mind at that point.

"No! He's not the reason and of course I'm not having sex with him, either. Stop saying bullshit!"

"So, why did you suddenly dump me as if I was a toy that you just got bored of?"

"I already told you. I thought I loved you but then," you paused for a brief moment, looking at your feet. "I realized I'm not."

"I don't believe you." He snapped back with a light chuckle and you gulped.

"Actually, I don't care if you believe me or not."

"Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don't love me." He demanded you, a cocky grin on his face.

Looking away from him, you kept silent. You couldn't do that, not now that he was just a few inches away from your face looking at you with such an intense gaze. Doyoung took a step closer and his hands found the hem of your dress, sliding them down the silky material along your thighs, up to your hips and waist. You tried your hardest not to show any reaction, but feeling your breath quickening inevitably, you only closed your eyes shut at the sensation of his warm hands setting your skin on fire.

"If you don't love me, why are you trembling at the slightest touch of my hands on your body?" He said seductively taking your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes.

Suddenly, he smirked while remembering an advice Johnny gave him when you two made official your relationship to your closest friends.

"Man, now that you're finally in a relationship, I'm gonna give you a life-changing advice because as your hyung, I care a lot about your happiness, so listen carefully. A well fucked woman never cheats or leaves you."

At first, he thought Johnny was kidding, being the horny asshole he usually is, but now his words were making a lot of sense to him.

“Doyoung, please stop.“ You said almost like a whine feeling unable to take his gaze on you anymore, but your words were cut off as Doyoung leaned over you, his lips slowly getting closer to yours.

"I guess I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to." He whispered in your ear and before you could figure out what was going on, he was pushing you against the door, pinning you with his own body, his lips pressing into yours hungrily, trapping you.

At first, you wanted to pull away from him, pushing his chest with your hands but you missed him so much, so it only took you a few seconds before giving up, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back with all your love.

You missed his plumped soft lips, his taste, the warmth of his mouth, the way he ran his tongue over your lip before he nipped it, the feeling of his tongue against yours fighting for dominance.

The kiss was messy and needy, all tongues and teeth. Meanwhile, his hand was working its way down your still covered cunt, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan softly on his mouth, then pushing your panties to the side, he slid one finger through your slit.

"Fuck, you're already wet just by kissing you. So fucking wet and only for me, baby." Doyoung's expression went from surprised to amused in a matter of a second as the corner of his lips lifted in a proud smirk.

"Yes, only for you." You said biting your lip.

Trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulders and making the straps slide through them, his hands reached behind your back to unzip your dress letting it pool down your ankles, leaving you just in heels and a lace thong in front of him.

His eyes went straight to your breasts and he made a noise deep in his throat, almost a growl, his mouth watering at the sight of them. He took your left nipple with his mouth as if he was starving, nibbling and sucking at your flesh while his hands were roaming all your body, making you moan.

You slid your hands down his body to his belt buckle until you were able to cup your hand on the bulge in his pants, earning a moan from his lips, you quickly undid his belt and zipper as you desperately began massaging his cock.

Letting up a sigh, he pulled out from your breast, dropping to his knees, he removed you one shoe and then the other, his fingertips trailing down your skin playing with the waistband of your thong for a while and then pulled the lacy garment down your legs torturously slow, helping you to step out of it. His eyes were glued to your center as soon as it was revealed to him.

He brushed his lips all over the sensitive skin of your abdomen, kissing every curve.

"Doyoung." You whined.

“What do you want?”

“I want you.” You felt pathetic begging and being so needy for him.

“Oh, really? With the way you were dancing minutes ago, I guess you would rather be with Jaehyun.” He snapped, licking his lips.

"I don't want him. I want you and only you, Doyoung. I'm sorry." You bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together to get some friction.

"Open." He told you when his face was level at your hips.

He propped one of your legs up on his shoulder and your head fell against the door as you stared down at Doyoung attaching his pretty lips to your cunt.

He had you melting into the door, whimpering and harshly grabbing the hair at the back of his head. The harder his tongue worked into your clit, the more you arched your hips towards him, desperate and begging for more. But it's Kim Doyoung the one we're talking about, he really wanted to tease you and drive you crazy, so of course, he wasn't going to give you what you wanted right away. He abruptly stopped and stood up when he sensed that you were about to come on his mouth.

A frustrated whimper leaving your lips. "No! What the -?" You could hardly talk, breathe or even think at all.

"Come here." He took your wrist leading you across the room to an armchair in front of a huge mirror, sitting on it, he just patted his lap and unbuttoned his dress shirt, your eyes tracing over every inch of his abdomen.

"Sit down and spread your legs for me." He commanded while his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down, your back leaning against his chest with your legs spread and locked by his.

“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and do what I say." Doyoung whispered seductively in your ear, nibbling a little on it, one hand making its way down your body.

You nodded eagerly. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He looked awfully pleased with your answer, and you couldn’t believe how hot it was the whole situation. He’d always been cocky about the effect he knew he had on your body, and that was turning you on both so much.

"Good girl. First, I need you to get your fingers nice and wet. Use your pretty mouth.”

You slipped your fingers into your mouth, making sure to keep eye contact.

“I want you to slowly slide your fingers down to your stomach.”

You did as you were told, letting out a sigh and feeling skin on fire.

“Tell me again, who do you want?” Doyoung asked once more, teasing you.

“You, Doyoung.”

“Slide your fingers to your cunt and show me how much you want me. Let me see how you touch yourself.” He challenged with a cocky smile.

You had never done such a thing, but you obeyed him right away crazed with lust and desire, otherwise, you weren't sure if you would be capable of letting him see you touching yourself. You began with slow circles on your clit, biting your lower lip to suppress your little moans.

The contact of your fingers in your heat felt so good, but the way Doyoung was looking at you through the mirror, was the main reason you were turning insane.

"Please touch me, Doyoung. I need you." You were desperate, needy. You wanted him to bring you to your climax, not yourself.

“Stop,” he told you listening to your pleas.

A silent moan slipped your lips at the feeling of his slender fingers entering your now dripping cunt so easily, stretching your walls while his other hand cupped your breasts massaging them.

He moved his lips to your neck, switching between running his tongue over your warm skin to kissing and biting. His fingers curled up inside of you, hitting your g-spot making you gasp hard, leaning your head back and closing your eyes shut.

"I told you to look at yourself in the mirror." He told you with a deep angry voice through his gritted teeth while staring straight into your eyes through the mirror.

His hand left your breasts to grip hard at your jaw to make sure you stare at yourself and what he was doing to you, knowing you were enjoying it because he could feel you clenching around his fingers and getting even wetter than before.

He always loved watching your pretty face all screwed with pleasure while he fucked you, but now watching himself pleasing you just hit different to him. Getting to see the entire picture like in a porn film and knowing that you were also watching him getting off while pleasing you, made things 10 times more kinky but intimate at the same time.

He kept thrusting his fingers inside your pussy at a fast pace, his thumb rubbing your clit mercilessly.

The view was extremely hot and dirty, but addictive. It didn't take you much to begin feeling your orgasm building up again, his skilled fingers working wonders on you.

“Why are you so quiet, baby? Let yourself go, moan for me." He told you biting your neck, his hand let go of your jaw to keep cupping your breast, pinching your nipple, and that was all you needed.

You squirted all over his hand, your body convulsing in pleasure, screaming and gasping, curses, moans and the lewd sounds of his fingers still thrusting inside you through your orgasm filling the room.

"God, you have no idea of how fucking hot you are." He praised you while pulling his fingers out of your soaked cunt and up to your mouth.

"Taste yourself, babe." And you did it, letting your head rest against Doyoung’s shoulder you sucked them clean.

Then, you turned around to look at him and before you could tell, his lips were on yours again, kissing you hard.

"I really need to properly fuck you or I will go insane." Doyoung said making you both stand up from the armchair.

“Please, Doyoung, use me however you want.” You plead to him.

You would have done whatever he asked right now, no questions, willing to let him fuck you as hard and deep as he wanted to, so he pulled you into the bed letting you in all fours and got rid of his clothes.

Excited to be able to feel him inside of you again, you rested your head on the mattress and lifted your ass up to give him a good view of your swollen, glistening cunt.

You heard him cursing at the sight and pumping his length a little before grabbing your hips to line him up to you. He rubbed his tip at your entrance, lubing it.

"Don't tease, please." You whined.

"I'm not teasing you, I swear, baby. I've been wanting this since the very first moment I saw you at the front door". He admitted.

As he finally sank into you, you both let out sighs of pleasure. You thought you were already used to his size, but given the months you were deprived of feeling his cock, you felt him stretching you out like it was the first time, also, he was far from the term "small".

Doyoung set a fast and deep pace inside of you and it had you moaning every time he bottomed out, oversensitive. The way his cock filled you was perfect as always, hitting all the right places.

You grabbed a pillow in a desperate attempt to muffle your moans but before you could even realize it, Doyoung tore it away from your mouth.

“I don’t think so, honey.” He told you reaching around you, relentless with his thrusts and grabbing both of your hands. He pulled both of your arms behind you until he had your wrists linked behind your back, clasped underneath his palm.

"I want you louder, let them all downstairs know I'm fucking your pussy so good like no other could ever do.” He demanded you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

It was almost too much, the sound of your juices and his ballsack slapping against your ass were fueling your pleasure that had been built up so much to this point, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached a second orgasm.

Feeling you close, already clenching around his dick, he fastened the pace of his thrust even more.

"So tight. You always take me so well, baby." He said between moans, feeling he was about to lose his mind out of pleasure.

Taking a handful of your hair, he pulled your back up to his chest, so you were both kneeling upright. One hand kept grabbing hard at your hip while the other was now around your neck, choking you as he fucked into you insanely hard. You wanted to tell him that you were about to come again, but you couldn't even think, let alone talk. You were an absolute moaning mess.

You leaned your head back in pleasure. The noises he had you making, were louder and dirtier than anything that had ever come out of your mouth.

He was right, indeed. No man in the world could ever fuck you like he was doing and you were absolutely loving every fucking second of it.

The hand that was gripping your hips before, was now rubbing circles on your clit.

“Be a good girl and come for me again." He whispered near your ear, squeezing your neck a little more and that was all it took you to come around him, making him moan loudly as well as he kept fucking you faster and deeper, helping you to increase your high, testing all your limits.

It was the most amazing and mind blowing but also the most terrifying orgasm you had ever had in your entire life.

You cried out in pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your whole body trembled, core pulsing hard around him with each intense wave of bliss. You swore you were about to die right then and there, or at least to pass out. So you did.

The one thing you were sure about, was that he got what he wanted. You had been as loud as Doyoung wanted as you could feel your throat raw once you regained consciousness.

Doyoung was close to his own release too, but knowing you were way too oversensitive now to keep taking him, he slowly slipped his cock out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling, turning you around and placing you down into the bed, letting you rest on your back, but you still wanted to do something else for him.

You got up a bit, so you were resting on your elbows, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

His hooded eyes looked down at you with lust, looking at how you were so screwed but eager to take till the last drop of his cum in your mouth.

His hand jerked his cock harshly, grunting with every stroke until he spilled his cum all over your mouth and breasts. You still dared to pull him closer and lazily suck this cock clean, until you had him begging you to stop.

Letting up a satisfied sigh, Doyoung moved closer to you, cupping your face in his hands, kissing you passionately, still having a taste of himself in the kiss.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry if I was too rough, I guess I just got carried away a little." He asked breaking the kiss, now hovering over you. His usual soft gaze got back again but he looked as exhausted just as you felt.

You nodded at him, smiling. “I love when you fuck me rough, when you just take from me what you want. Is so fucking hot.” and kissed him again.

This was a whole new side of Doyoung that you didn't know before this night.

He always was a good boy, cute, funny, charming, a bit sassy, responsible and hard working. A true gentleman, to say the least.

I mean, is not like you two hadn't fucked a little hard before, but it was definitely nothing compared to this, and you were already willing him to fuck you like an animal again.

"Okay, I'm gonna keep it in mind." He said with a small chuckle, getting off the bed. "Waint a minute, I’ll be right back." and he disappeared in what you supposed was a bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet washcloth and a glass of water that he placed on the nightstand before gently beginning to clean you up, like the prince he is, making you blush.

After he had finished, he discarded the washcloth and settled back on the bed, laying on his side to face you.

“I'm sorry for being an asshole to you tonight. I don't know what happened to me when I saw you with Jae.” He admitted.

"No, don't be sorry. I'm the only one who has to apologize, I..." He cut you off with a soft peck on your lips.

"Shhh, don't say a word. I really don't want to ruin this perfect moment with you. We can talk later, now let's sleep." He told you with his eyes closed and his forehead pressed into yours. He was afraid that you might end up arguing again.

You just nodded at him, letting him get you both into the covers, cuddling. Then, you let yourself fall into slumber with your face on his chest inhaling his sweet scent, while he was caressing your back and kissing the top of your head.

The next morning you woke up with him spooning you and letting soft kisses on the side of your neck and shoulder.

"Good morning, beautiful," said when he noticed you were already awake. His deep morning voice that you loved, making you shiver.

"Good morning, handsome," you replied happily, turning around your head to see him and you found him looking at you with a wide smile and a spark in his eyes.

You couldn't help yourself but kiss him.

He kissed you back, slowly biting your lower lip and sucking at your tongue making you moan. This time the kiss was still heated but gentle and not hurried at all. You both had always enjoyed way too much just kissing each other.

God, you were in love so fucking much and didn't want this moment to ever end.

You felt his fingers sneaking between your legs, and he groaned satisfied noticing your wet folds.

"I can't believe you are already soaking, baby." He said moaning into the kiss, spreading your wetness with his fingers all over your slit.

"It's all your fault." You said boosting his ego.

He kept playing with your folds and clit, still kissing you, determined to drive you crazy once again, but you had other plans in mind.

"I want to ride you, love." Feeling in your ass his cock growing hard, you told him making him stop his magic between your legs.

He sat up, his back resting against the headboard. He licked his fingers before reaching for your hips. Once you were comfortably straddling him, you spit on your hand and slid it down to wrap around his dick that was pressed between your bodies, squeezing it a little.

He swallowed hard at your touch, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face. Your hands began to slowly massage his dick, your thumb swiped over the head, causing him to shudder and fasten his breath.

His head tipped back in bliss, feeling like he was about to combust, Doyoung lifted your hips, so you sat up further on your knees, holding yourself above him. After brushing his tip against your entrance a few times, you finally lowered down on top of him.

As you sank down over his dick, you both sighed as he filled you inch by inch. You stayed still for a while, still a bit sore from the last night, but you kept him deep inside.

You slid your arms around Doyoung’s shoulders, holding him close to you. You cupped his face, looking him in the eyes, your thumbs caressing his cheeks lovingly making him smile before your lips found his, again.

He moved his lips from yours to your jaw, then to your neck, sucking a little on the crook, and finally down to your chest, spreading wet kisses all over your breasts, massaging them softly.

Closing your eyes, you arched your back upwards wanting to feel more of his mouth over you. Doyoung slid his hands from your back and hip, to grip into the softness of your ass, helping you to slowly move your hips, up and down in circular movement.

You kept bouncing and rolling your hips, clenching every time you pulled out a bit, really wanting to make him feel at least a fraction of the immense amount of pleasure he had given to you last night and it seemed that you were doing a great job, given the way he looked and the sounds escaping from his lips. His moans were the most beautiful sounds ever alongside his singing.

The slow, soft morning sex with you was his favorite way ever to start a day.

His head tilted back in pure bliss, his black hair falling on his sweaty forehead, his cheeks slightly flushed, his beautiful lips parted open moaning your name softly and his eyes slightly open, just enough to keep looking at you.

You were grateful for the daylight, allowing you to see just how flawless he was, from head to toe.

"I love you, Doyoung," you told him feeling a tear roll down your cheek. It was being too much, so many emotions at the same time and you just couldn't hold them all anymore, feeling overwhelmed. "I love you so much." you said again.

Doyoung snapped out of his pleasure trance at hearing you say that and pulled you closer, wiping your tears away with kisses all over your face.

"I know, baby. I love you too, so fucking much." He assured, hugging you lovingly.

“Hold on,” Doyoung whispered. His hands gripped onto your hips again, lifting you up. You only had a moment of rest before he began thrusting his hips up.

“Fuck,” you practically shouted, your hands slamming up against the headboard behind his head. It took you a little to react and start to move again, meeting him in the middle.

As much as you wanted to keep up with the thrusting, your thighs were exhausted and Doyoung noticed it.

So he flipped you onto your back and he was hovering over you, propped up on his elbows as he continued fucking you.

He made you feel so wanted and loved. The feeling of his delicious cock inside of you was always heavenly, he fitted in the most perfect way, hitting all the right places every time as if your body was made just for him.

Doyoung moved both of your hands so he could lace his fingers with yours over your head. The look in his eyes was so intense, telling you so much without words.

He brought his face closer to yours, letting his open lips hover over yours breathing each other's breath keeping eye contact. He slightly brushed your lips, before capturing them in a passionate kiss as he kept pleasuring you with long, slow, deep thrusts, just the way you both liked.

“Fuck, you feel so good." Speaking on your lips between kisses as he moved his hand to hold your hip.

"You too, baby. Ah! You feel just perfect." You said moaning, making him smirk on your lips. "Faster Doyoung, please."

Quickening his thrusts as he lifted your right leg and let it rest over his shoulder, hitting you faster and deeper. He knew he was hitting your g-spot with every thrust with how you were reacting, your walls pulsing around him, squeezing tight his cock.

“Oh my god, yes! Right there. Fuck! Keep going.” You said moaning with eyes shut closed.

He couldn't believe that someone as beautiful and perfect as you loved him, feeling the luckiest guy.

"So pretty. Still can't believe you're mine, baby." He said caressing your cheek.

"Yes, Doyoung. I'm yours, all yours, forever." You replied him moving your hand to the back of his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair, and pulling his lips back to yours, letting your tongue glide along with his.

"I'm almost there. Where do you want me?" He said breaking the kiss.

"Inside, I wanna feel you cum inside me. I'm close too." You really craved the sensation of his dick twitching inside you and his cum filling you up.

It only took a few more thrusts for you both cum together and you could have sworn that you were in heaven. His body jerked slightly as he spilled inside of you with a deep, low groan, his head buried into your neck.

Later, Doyoung pulled out of you and rolled to the side, collapsing next to you, watching you in awe as your body still twitched with the aftershocks.

"Beautiful. I want to make you come like this every day, for the rest of my life." He said kissing your forehead softly, making you smile and feeling that your heart could explode with so much love and happiness.

After a long, quiet moment where you both just kept looking in the eyes at each other, you finally talked.

"Doie, I really want to apologize for being such a bitch to you."

"No, you don't have to. I only care about here and now." He tried to cut your apologies off again.

"No, please. Let me finish." You said sitting up facing him and taking his hands. "You didn't deserve what I did to you. I was forced to break up with you by my company and somehow I thought it was the best for us, but I just didn't know how to do it, so I figured talking to you on the phone was the best option as I hadn't to look at you, but you were making it harder than I expected... and I treated you so, so bad. I'm so sorry, Doie. Please, let me make it up to you, even if it takes me a lifetime, I know it's worth the try." Tears began to roll down your face, but you kept going.

"I really meant what I told you minutes ago. I love you Doyoung, I love you so fucking much that it hurts, and there are no words in any language that can explain what I truly feel for you."

Doyoung pulled you closer to hug you tight, feeling tears of joy begin to pool in his eyes.

"Forgive me for being such a coward, for taking the easy way out, and not fighting enough for our love, for taking decisions that concern both of us without consulting you and messing with everything." He had you practically sobbing in his arms, caressing your back, and spreading tender kisses all over your face.

"I have nothing to forgive you for, my love. You're right, you should have told me what was happening then, so we could find a solution together, but I don't blame you because I know you only wanted the best for us. Now, the only thing that matters to me is that you love me as much as I love you. More than ever, I'm sure that you are the love of my life and I will never let you go, okay?

He was so considerate that you didn't understand how could you deserve such an incredible man.

"I love you Doyoung, I love you and I will keep telling you till my last breath, I swear." You told him smiling at him, still with tears on your face but this time, they were of pure happiness.

"I love you more, my dear. Forever and ever." Said smiling you back, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

You were lying naked in bed for a while longer, cuddling, kissing each other lovingly as if the world was about to end.

"Hey baby, as much as I love being like this with you, I'm starving. We should go to the kitchen downstairs to grab something," You just nodded at him, placing a kiss on his temple. "but first, we should take a shower. We are a little sticky." He said scrunching his nose, faking disgust.

Doyoung helped you to stand up from the bed and took you to the bathroom lifting you on his arms on bridal style. He always loved being such a show off with you, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Being in the shower bathing each other, you felt that you weren't just getting rid of the dirt and sweat, but the water also washed away all your concerns, making you feel lighter than ever and excited for this fresh new start, with new illusions and hopes for the great future that awaited you, together.

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oxygenbefore1775 · 2 years ago

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AoT Warriors' Comforting Methods

cuz lord knows i need my comfort characters to comfort me (here's some sunflowers cuz they're happy flowers)

Annie

as a person who very much values her personal space Annie would never try and force her comfort on you, only if you would ask her

doesn't cross your boundaries and doesn't get too imaginative with her consolation — she would only do things that she knows for sure would relieve your stress

Annie prefers actions over words so expect her to bring you your favourite food/drink or take you to your favourite place in the city to un-wind there

doesn't say too much and prefers that you talk at her rather than to her about the reasons for your distress

and if she talks, it'd be short snippets of encouragement, urging you to continue

giving a piece of advice is a big no-no for Annie — she doesn't want to restrict you with her opinions

Bertholdt

don't seek comfort from Bert — he wouldn't understand what you want from him exactly

Bert cherishes you and if you are stressed out, he would try to solve the problem that puts so much pressure on you (even though you didn't ask him)

as your friend, it is his job to support you so he would try and show his dedication to you via problem-solving — but in the slightly off-putting way

so he would arrange a whole case-study for you — presenting you with the worst case scenario to your problem and assure you that there's nothing to be worried about and if there is, Bert would be there to help you

Bert is trying to comfort you but to him problem-solving is the way to comfort you

he's not very eloquent with words so the most comforting phrase you would hear from him would be "it's gonna be alright"

Colt

an absolute joy to be around whenever you feel down

there's no need to confide in him — Colt is able to pick up on your distress right away

would make it his mission to make you feel as comforted as possible by using words of affirmation

but his eagerness to put you at ease may end up a bit agressive — Colt would shower you with kind words of how talented, brilliant, amazing (etc.) you are without giving your ears a break

with that praises you would immediately feel better and gain confidence and energy to go through your day

Pieck

if anything, Pieck's comforting methods combine words of affirmation, a piece of advice and un-winding together

Pieck's first call would be to distract you from your worry by offering to do some other activity so that you are cheered up

after that, she would try to comfort you with her words in an attempt to put you at ease

on this day Pieck would like you to feel as happy as possible

but her comfort is a double-edged sword because after that pampering session she would want you to gather your strength for the last push

Pieck is not that comforting, she's more of an inspiring type

Porco

turns into a total chatter-box/gossiper when he's comforting you and lends a sympathetic ear to you

a cafe would be a perfect spot for your comforting session since you can also indulge yourselves with sweets there

Porco wants you to spill all the tea about your day and things that've upset you — with all of the juicy details

Porco is your personal (slightly toxic) cheerleader, swallowing your every word and praising you for even the slightest display of self confidence

"Yes, you tell them!" Porco would yell out occasionally while listening to you, "They don't deserve you. You're the most brilliant person alive and you must know that!"

there's not much of advice to his words but at the end of the day you would feel like the most valuable human being that has ever walked this Earth

Reiner

being a huge cuddle bug that he is, Reiner is all about the touch

even he is not too skilled with words, a warm embrace (especially if it's coming from Reiner) is worth infinitely more than words of affirmation

so Reiner would comfort you with his big bear hugs or just by holding your hand — the main thing is, Reiner would make sure that you can feel his body heat radiating on your skin

you two may indulge yourselves to a movie night — your favourite film set on TV, the couch littered with all sorts of snacks, and you, warm and safe in a cradle of Reiner's arms

no matter what challenge is posed against you, Reiner has infinite amount of faith in you and your inner strength

Zeke

concept of comfort is foreign for Zeke — all throughout his childhood his inner turmoil was ignored by the adults and he learned to deal with his problems by himself

so it comes as a surprise for him once you come up to Zeke seeking his piece of advice and comfort

but Zeke learns to love helping you — the fact that you deemed him qualified enough to ask for his help is extremely flattering to him and his cognitive capabilities

comforting is still not his cup of tea — the timing doesn't come to him naturally and you have to let him know about your distress

Zeke prefers words over actions and while comforting you he would still aim for actually trying to solve your problem instead of offering words of encouragement

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quillheel · 1 year ago

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The King smiles, and the corners of his eyes crinkle with their age. ━ He seemed tired lately, more than usual, pitch-hued eyes almost darker under the weight of a particularly bad month. It, half the reason for his usual insistence upon their meetings to falter, buckling under the strain & expectancy & anticipation in the dark ruins a home no longer a home but rather a building he was bound to, in a way; some months were worse than others. always, some were worse than others.

but as he hauled himself from the depths he dredged, claws dragging trenches and still yet not the lowest he's hit in years past, this was a pleasant respite. a brighter shine takes to his eyes at the admission of happiness, of enjoying his company, and the recognition. ━ ever attentive, he'd expect nothing less, even if Asgore tried not to put much expectancy on Gaster at all, if he could help it. he knew the weight, unintentional or otherwise. He knew it very well.

" That it is! Good eye, Doctor! ━━ Or rather, good mouth? " his Majesty laughs at the strange phrasing, however more correct it may be, before continuing. " Lately, I'd been experimenting myself with mixtures and ingredients. "

Asgore shifts his hold on the small teacup, held with mostly his fingers, head bowing as his horns angle upwards as if sharing something truly intriguing. ━ to him, it was, even if that weariness still persisted in weighing him down, not as excited as he usually would be to disclose such recent tea-making.

" You recall the Bridge Flowers in Waterfall's caverns, yes? Pink, sturdy things! " He poorly draws the outline of the petals with a claw as though it'd make it any easier to remember, that is, if Gaster needed the reminder at all. " I'd taken to incorporating them, both petals and leaf, and discovering the best combinations. As it turns out, they can be surprisingly versatile! "

He raises his cup in gesture, careful not to spill. " It has a flowery heat to it, does it not? It seems the colder the brew becomes, the more nutty in flavor. It pairs nicely with many things, but this one, I've found, is my favorite. "

As though remembering himself, Asgore pulls back slightly, his passion however mild in its dampened state beheld upon the herbs is quieted. A guilt emerges, tucked into the lines of his features. " Ah, but I am rambling. Tell me, how have you been? I apologize for my unavailability, as you'd mentioned... It is nice, however, to rejoin you over a cup. Please, do go on. "

@quillheel asked ; ❛ someone’s in a good mood today , i see . ❜ from asgore to gaster !

Ah - it'd been staring again, hadn't it? Now that it's been pointed out, it can tell a smiles spread across its skull. It.. had been a while since they'd last spoken, and it finds itself rather enjoying their chat. It's quick to compose itself once more, placing its teacup on the table before signing its response.

"Yes - it has been quite some time since we have seen each other last. I.. suppose I am just glad, to be conversing and having tea with you once more. Is this a new blend?"

#hands u a him <333333 this took me a Bit to get to but!!! them!!!#━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#MUSE / Asgore Dreemurr #ROLEPLAY / Asgore Dreemurr #aethergate #food //#ut //

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hillbillyoracle · 2 years ago

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Old Lammas Honey

With the bees doing better, I was hoping the honey stand would be restocked and planned to buy some for possible ritual use on Sunday in Sun hour while the sun is in Leo. This aligned nicely with @graveyarddirt 's Old Lammas Weekend suggestions. While I'd originally planned to get it during the second sun hour as I normally sleep in, I crashed around midnight and couldn't get more sleep after 4am. So when the sun was up, so was I.

I anointed my hands with a solar perfume from Sphere + Sundry named Good Health and, as often happens for me with magical workings, spilled some extra as I was applying it. I scooped it up and used it to anoint my feet as well - why not?

Pulled the money to pay for the honey out of a ritual prosperity box I have, hoping it would bless the bee keeper and hopefully help him keep his bees.

It's a gorgeous morning here. Cloudy but the sun still piercing through. I was spacing out a little when I heard a loud crunch and was greeted by one of my parents' donkeys trying to debark an overturned log. Not mentioning because it's magical, just real cute.

Said hello to the bees who were already up and working hard at the bee food station. It'd been dragged closer to the driveway since I last saw it so I think the bee keeper had been by to refill it on his way to work.

I figured on my walk over that just attempting to get some honey could suffice as solar devotion even if there was none to buy. But as I got closer I saw it had been fully restocked! I grabbed their biggest size - a pint Mason jar. It was slightly lighter than the others in thr box so I'm interested to see how it tastes.

I paid for it and very excitedly walked it home for a photoshoot with the hops vines.

I anointed it and the candle with the solar perfume and set it up to burn down in consecration with my rosary (bought Mercury day, Mercury hour; for magical workings like these) and my grandmother's Mary statue. I found it in her old room when we were hiding out there from not one, but two simultaneously tornados that struck the county the day after we moved in. It brings me a lot of comfort. It's also sitting on the ledge under my grandparents giant sun mirror which I didn't realize until I stepped back to take a picture. I've loved that thing ever since I was little and it feels nice it's watching over the little honey jar now.

My hope it to use it mostly for general workings for good health but I also want to try making a solar scrub with it to use for purification around solar eclipses. I don't have a bathtub in the house (not sure what my family's beef wiyh bathtubs is lol) so I can't do the baths I was doing. Thought a scrub would be a good addition I could still rinse off in a shower.

Also plan to use it through the winter in teas and treats when I feel like I might be coming down with something or seasonal depression sets in a little too strong.

But we will see. I'll try to report back on it if I manage to use it for things.

But just getting it was a lovely experience. I don't do much solar work but it's always a treat when I get the chance.

ETA: we don't drink any more but I had some spiced rum I'd been keeping tucked away for an offering. Saw it as I was taking the dog out, realized it was narrowly still sun hour, so I poured it out by the lemonbalm patch and thanked the Sun. Didn't want to be a mooch you know?

Probably won't be buying any more alcohol for ritual use but I'm glad the last bit finally found a use after 2 years of sobriety.

#solar magic #witchblr #honey #suney #witch #magic #old lammas #old lammas honey

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!" "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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angstyaches · 2 years ago

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you asked for fluffy boys and seratonin, and i know you meant the cats, but i have come to bring fluffy boys in another form… and shayne is basically a cat, isn’t he? anyway, mmm, i love the idea of shayne bundling post migraine charlie into a hot bath and just washing his hair and massaging his scalp while charlie dozes. he’s so tired and muzzy that he doesn’t notice shayne draining the tub until he feels the soft tickle of fingertips brushing his cheeks and hears shayne’s voice telling him he needs to wake up long enough to get out. he stands dripping wet on the cold tile and shayne wraps a towel around him just as he starts to shiver in the cooler air. shayne dries him off and helps him into a tshirt and underwear and tucks him into bed with a kiss on his forehead. he sleeps for a couple of hours and when he wakes up and shuffles into the living room, shayne pats the spot next to him on the couch and passes over the cup of tea he’s been sipping on. he asks if charlie’s hungry because he knows his tummy is empty but isn’t sure if it’s settled enough for anything solid. when charlie says he can try something, shayne brings him a package of plain biscuits and they snuggle up together, limbs and spilling out from under a throw blanket that’s too small for one person and much too small for two. charlie finishes shayne’s tea and nibbles at a couple of biscuits and shayne plays with his hair absentmindedly while they murmur to each other, charlie fondly reassuring shayne that he’s alright. they fall asleep like that and the tv continues to play in the background, volume low and subtitles still blinking along the bottom because shayne hadn’t spared a thought to change it after charlie woke up.

God, this is so beautiful, I've read it so many times and I have so many thoughts.

shayne is basically a cat, isn’t he?

Yes, very much so lmao

Ahhh, the way you described the whole bath scene was so perfect. I love the idea of Charlie being so out of it that Shayne has to do all of that for him. It'd probably kill him to just leave Charlie alone in bed after all of that, but he knows from past experience that having somebody crowd him or unsettle the mattress might just trigger a whole lot of nausea, so he leaves the bedroom door open and goes and sits downstairs.

passes over the cup of tea he’s been sipping on.

(Off-topic, because my brain is always wired for Shayne whump, but: Shayne being so restless and worried about Charlie that he starts feeling knots in his own stomach, and that being the reason he went and made himself some tea?)

he asks if charlie’s hungry because he knows his tummy is empty but isn’t sure if it’s settled enough for anything solid.

This is so cute and would probably involve Charlie's stomach making some kind of ambiguous gurgling noise while he takes a few sips of tea, prompting Shayne to ask him if that was because he's hungry, or because he's nauseous. Even in his still-woozy, spacy state, Charlie would feel a little bit flustered about it, but he'd mostly just feel very loved and taken-care-of.

charlie fondly reassuring shayne that he’s alright.

I think what I love most about writing these two is how they're constantly more worried about the other than about themselves. Charlie can't help noticing the way Shayne's eyes keep glazing over as he looks at him, the way that he keeps forgetting what they were talking about.

"Hey," he'd whisper pointedly, waiting for Shayne to make proper eye contact. Then he'd give him a half-smile, looking incredibly tired but also incredibly Fond™. "I'm okay. I promise."

and shayne plays with his hair absentmindedly while they murmur to each other

they fall asleep like that and the tv continues to play in the background,

This. Just. ALL OF THIS.

______

P.S. Anon sent another part, following on from where I wrote “Hey”...

#anon #honestly #thank you so much for this beautiful ask #I'm gonna say mini fic??#it was such a lovely thing to receive especially during a very low time #I'll probably link this in Charlie's masterlist #sickfic #emeto #migraine #migraine fic #hurt and comfort #hurt comfort #StW Charlie #StW Shayne

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shmaptainwrites · 4 years ago

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Ok so im a bubbly person and I laugh a lot I laugh at pretty much anything. I was wondering if you could do steve x female reader oneshot where steve cracks jokes or does things just to make y/n laugh, because he loves to hear her laugh. If that's not to much to ask because I'm in my soft feels please and thank you

yeah i could do a little blurb for this :) super cute prompt 😫

Steve loved a lot of things; he loved sitting by the ocean, his mom’s grilled cheese sandwiches, watching nature documentaries narrated by David Attenborough, but something Steve loved more than anything was the sound of your laugh.

He’d never tell you how much he loved it, no, he’d spontaneously combust before that happened.

But that didn't stop him from doing everything in his power to hear it.

Little did you know when he'd say,

"Hey (N/N), I have a joke here for you,"

All he wanted was to make sure he'd hear that gorgeous sound.

"Alright Steve what is it this time?" you asked, sitting down across from him and you could already hear him chuckling underneath his breath as he looked on his phone.

"My friend thinks he's smart. He told me an onion is the only food that can make you cry, so I threw a coconut in his face,"

You snorted, almost spitting out your tea, not expecting that turn and such a quick punchline to the joke.

"Steve," you wheezed, placing your mug on the table so you didn't spill your drink. Placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath from laughing. "Oh God that caught me off guard,"

"It was a good one wasn't it?" he chuckled.

"Yeah a really good one."

You weren't aware that whenever he'd ask to watch comedies with you, or even the stupidest videos on YouTube, or these things you'd told him were called Vine compilations it was all just to hear you laugh.

Soon you started to just relate being in Steve's presence with that warm and fuzzy feeling you got when you were happy, because that's all he seemed to want to make you feel, happy.

So one day you decided you wanted to repay the favour.

"Steve, I think I've got something for you," you said.

"Really? Paperwork?" he asked, assuming it was work related.

"No, a joke," you grinned.

"Oh really?" he smiled, leaning forward on the kitchen table. "Alright, show me what you've got darlin',"

"Okay, wanna hear a funny joke from the 1930s?" you asked with a cheekily raised brow.

"Sure as hell," he nodded.

"The Maginot Line," you said simply, pursing your lips, hoping he would make the connection.

And for the first time you really paid attention to the sound of his laugh, often to engrossed in your own happiness to admire the deep baritone sound, but you loved every second of it and for a minute you wondered if maybe this was why Steve told you all these jokes, watched all these things with you.

Did he like your laugh as much as you liked his?

"Hey Steve," you smiled, still taking in that wondeful sound.

"Yeah (N/N)," he nodded. "That was a good one,"

"I thought so too," you chewed your lip. "Hey do you... Okay this is a weird question, but do you like making me happy?"

"Of course," Steve nodded without hesitation.

"Well then why don't I give you a hand," you suggested coming closer to him. "It'd make me ecstatic if you kissed me,"

"Well then I have to do it don't I," he responded with a very appreciated bit of cheek.

"Oh yes, of course," you nodded vehemently, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leaned down carefully, pressing his lips to yours, a helpless chuckle escaping your lips, but he didn't mind. It was his favourite sound afterall.

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planetdream · 3 years ago

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HI BESTIE I'M BACK

Literally the moment I wake up I was so fucking horny 😭😭😭 but I had to attend classes 😃 so now I'm just holding the horny back until I can go back and properly deal with it 😌

Also hi how was fucking a few people with Scorpio placements spill the tea pls huehuehue (it's absolutely sacrilegious but I'm a Scorpio Dom and I'm turned on 24/7 but never had sex before ☠️)

*Jolts down Scorpios x breeding kinks for research purposes* I mean I sadly don't have enough Scorpio friends to interrogate so ☠️☠️☠️ but good to know 👅

NO RIGHT. LIKE THAT MAN. I'M SORRY BUT I CAN SNIFF THE SCORPIO FROM HIM LITERALLY A MILE AWAY. Like I usually associate us with a cat because we're just so unpredictable and ✨mysterious✨ so him being a literal cat dad is just perfect

!! Yes exactly! Seungmin is 100% the type to do something and say another and he'll enjoy watching you be so confused while melting in his hands because there's nothing in that brain of yours, huh? Even though he's full out degrading you his hands are just edging and overstimulating you so you're confused, and he takes advantage of that to give you a command but because you're so fucked out you didn't answer and as punishment you don't get to cum

Meanwhile Minho is just more mean in general. I feel like that man's main goal in life is to make you cry in sex and it sounds so fucked up but honestly what a Scorpio thing. Like crying in sex?? With Seungmin it'd be because you're overstimulated and tipped over the edge and it's just overwhelming for you, but with Minho it's because he's been using you so rough for god knows how many hours and he fucks your mouth so well the tears gather in your eyes

Ooh yes confusing their baby sub and be like 'oh you think you can take advantage of us baby? Well too bad the game doesn't work that way' hehehe

My mind is ✨amazing✨ omg yes that's a blessed image to have 😫😫😫 also 2min?? More like 2mean

- ♏

hi bestieee <3

waking up horny should be illegal tbh like it happens to me so much 😭😭

so here's the tea: i've had both sexual and romantic relationships with people that have very (and i mean very) similar natal charts/placements as a few of the idols i talk about on this very blog (and a few idols that i haven't spoken about lol) and idk i find that so funny.

but on the topic of scorpios I've had relations with... unfortunately one of my favorite scorpios didn't have a spit kink :( but he does have a breeding kink and was very adamant on coming inside of me lmao. scorpios are rlly good at dirty talk too, they just know exactly what to say. a lot of the scorpios (and the libras!) that i've fw also do not like sharing like.. at all. but overall, very fun sex. tiring but fun. scorpios are just rlly rough and idk sometimes i'm a fragile bitch and i like to be held 💔💔 (which is why i be with libras so much lol)

and 2min!!! (love 2mean lol) you said it better than me bestie !! they're so mean but it's just so right ya know?? i think they definitely complement each other and i need them so fuckin bad 💔💔 but yes !! they both like to see you cry !!

#💌 — mail time #💌 — ♏️#✰˚. !! dream.hardhours

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kyosohmastan · 5 years ago

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Can you by chance write a fic on where Tohru experiences jealousy when someone is flirting Kyo? I think it'd be interesting for tohru to feel that emotion 1st hand and not knowing how to deal with it and feeling guilty about it. I've seen so many fic where Kyo gets jealous, but very few where it's Tohru. You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought I'd ask

I like that idea! I came up with this so I hope you enjoy!

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She was hit with a heaping sense of nostalgia when they got to Shigure’s house. She hadn’t seen the place in about a year, and along with it, so many memories came to her. She’d never seen it like this though, with all of their old classmates there.

It was a reunion party for her class, and she had been looking forward to it. Yuki had organized the event with Shigure on his property, even though he couldn’t be there because of college exams. She was just happy to have a chance to see the house again, although the party was deeper into the woods. She only saw it at a distance.

Additionally, she was happy to have an excuse to see Arisa and Saki. They lived so far from each other that it was difficult to meet up. She had missed them so much.

They greeted her with hugs when they saw her while Kyo stood beside her awkwardly, only nodding his head toward them as a form of greeting.

“It’s been too long. You gotta fill us in on everything!” Arisa said, holding both of Tohru’s hands in her own. Her thumb ran over the ring on Tohru’s finger. It was small but beautiful just like her. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Me neither, honestly,” Tohru said with a bashful smile. She wrapped her arms around Kyo’s lean bicep and leaned against him. The tension left him as soon as she did so. “I guess the next time I see you guys will be for the wedding.”

“No way! We’ll visit you sooner to help pick out the dress. There’s no way we’re missing that,” Arisa said sternly.

“That’s right. Her dress must meet our approval,” Saki added.

“Ah, if you guys can help me, then please!” Tohru replied, excited for that day to come.

Arisa nodded. “But in the meantime, Carrots has to help you with the rest of the wedding planning since we won’t be there to do it. Although, it’s hard to picture him contributing to such an event with a lack of masculinity.”

Kyo clenched his jaw. “It’s not like I’m going to let her go through all that work alone. Of course I’m going to help her, stupid Yankee.”

“Excuse me,” Arisa muttered, her almost non existent brows drawn together. “I can still whoop your ass if I wanted to.”

Tohru giggled nervously. It was great to think that nothing changed between all of them, even though she wasn’t all for such violent threats.

“Hold up!” said a boy that she recognized as Hiroshi. “Did I hear wedding?”

“Yes,” Tohru answered, a blush tainting her cheeks. “We’re engaged.” Her arms left Kyo’s arm and she held his hand. He looked down at her, blushing as well, but the softest smile was on his face.

“No way!” Yusuke said, now joining their circle. “I knew you guys were close so I should have expected this but...I guess it’s just hard to imagine Kyon-Kyon getting married.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Kyo growled, releasing her hand and clenching it in a fist.

“Just teasing...” Yusuke laughed. “You still get worked up so easily.”

“I do not!” Kyo snapped. But to Tohru, he was being contradictory. She didn’t mind. She found him adorable even when he would get irritated. Not that she wanted him to...

“Whatever,” Kyo mumbled. “I’m getting a drink. You want one?” He asked Tohru.

She nodded, giving his clenched fist a squeeze. “Iced tea, please.”

He smiled briefly, kissing the top of her head before he left to the food and drink table. His kiss was tense, and she knew it was because he was timid when it came to being affectionate in front of others, but she appreciated the effort of the gesture anyway. Overtime, the PDA had gotten easier for them.

“Let’s go mingle. You should join us, Tohru,” Saki suggested.

That sounded appealing to her. She was sure Kyo would catch up to them. She followed alongside the girls, stopping when they reunited with a group of their old classmates, and she greeted all of them.

She saw Kyo out of the corner of her eye getting their drinks, but he wasn’t alone. Three girls flocked to him, and she recognized them. They’d never taken fondly to her, particularly because Kyo always liked her and ended up choosing to be with her. She recalled the scrutiny she got from them soon after they started dating. She knew it was out of jealousy, and it’s not like she didn’t expect it to happen. Kyo was handsome...more than that, he was beautiful. And though most of the girls at their school had their eyes on Yuki, she couldn’t help but notice how a few of them also acknowledged Kyo.

She wasn’t surprised that was still the case. He’d gotten prettier in the past year, bulking up quite a bit due to all the martial arts classes he’d been teaching at Kazuma’s dojo. She wouldn’t have been concerned about girls taking notice of him. She would never want to control who he sees or talks to. It wasn’t like her. However, it was the way the girls acted around him that made her feel uneasy.

One of them put her hand on his forearm, the touch soft enough to not count as evasive. For a moment, Kyo just froze, paying attention to the girl who was chatting with him, until he slowly drew his arm away from her and seemed to pretend like it never happened.

Tohru sighed to herself. At least he didn’t seem to cave to her advances. Not that she would think he would. She knew he was loyal to her, he promised he would be since the day he proposed to her. She was grateful for that.

Still, the nausea she felt seeing such beautiful girls dote on him didn’t fade. It was similar to how she felt when she thought her dad was stealing her mom away from her. Maybe not as severe, but it wasn’t a good feeling nonetheless.

She felt the need to intervene, even though she wanted to give him space and room to talk to whoever he wanted to on his own. She didn’t want to be that type of girlfriend...or fiancé.

She sucked in a breath and went to him, instantly intertwining her fingers through his. “H-hi,” she said to the girls timidly.

They examined her, or rather leered at her. She felt completely vulnerable.

“Oh, hey, Tohru. How have you been?” One of them asked. Although, it didn’t sound like they cared.

“I’ve been well. Especially since I’ve had Kyo-kun beside me. It’s been nice.” She felt the need to mention that last part. But it really just slipped out.

“Yeah it’s been...really great,” Kyo added, looking down at Tohru and finally smiled.

Moments of silence followed, and she couldn’t ignore how awkward it had gotten. The girls clearly still had crushes on him, so Tohru was the bad guy. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Anyway...we’re going to walk around. It was nice seeing you again, Kyo-kun,” one of them cooed, leaving with the other girls.

Tohru felt the tension leave her. But her feelings still confused her. Was that really jealousy?

“You seemed really tense there,” Kyo mentioned.

She straightened, cringing. “Was I? I didn’t mean to.”

Kyo handed her the iced tea that had been sitting on the table scattered with all kinds of appetizers. “I felt you squeezing my hand. Are you okay?”

She slowly sipped her drink. “Yes. I’m fine. I’m just nervous to see everyone. It’s been a long time.”

“If you’re nervous, then I’m terrified,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

She giggled. She loved her shy kitty. She moved her toes up and kissed him, momentarily forgetting that they weren’t alone. But once she remembered, she didn’t mind that. In fact, she hoped the girls were noticing them, and she couldn’t figure out why.

It wasn’t until later, after they got off the subway and were walking the remainder of the trip home, that she still felt unsettled. No matter how hard she tried to conceal it, Kyo would look at her with perplexity.

“Something’s up. And don’t lie to me,” he stated.

She frowned. “I don’t want to bother you with this but...I can’t get it off my mind.”

“Spill it.” He walked closer to her, his elbow bumping hers. “You can tell me.”

And she did because she felt like she could tell him anything and it wouldn’t sway what he thought of her. He’d proven that so many times. “When I saw how those girls acted around you, it made me...uncomfortable.”

His walking slowed as they reached the door to their tiny home that resembled a cottage. He didn’t open the door, but just stood there without facing her. “So that’s what this is about,” he said just above a whisper. “Really? Do you not trust me when it comes to that?”

“No! Of course not,” she said quickly. “I didn’t think you’d give into them. It’s not about you actually.” She wrung her hands together, scrambling for words. “It’s just that...those girls are so pretty. Much more beautiful than I am. They seem like the type that would fit better for you...” She hadn’t realized how much she felt that way until she said it out loud. She found herself so plain. It stemmed from the amount of comments she got from her family about her being boring and dull physically. To a big extent, she thought it was true.

Kyo finally looked to her, his brows creasing together. “What the hell are you talking about? You are insane if you think I don’t find you attractive.”

Her heartbeat picked up. That actually meant a lot, especially coming from him. “I am?”

His expression softened. “You are. You’re beautiful. And yeah, those girls are hot, but I’ll never fall in love with them the way I fell for you.” He took a piece of her hair bound together by her ribbon and tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled as he held her cheek. “You make me feel beautiful, Kyo-kun. Thank you for telling me that everyday.” She held his wrist, as if she was afraid of him pulling away. She really didn’t want that. “I’ve never been that jealous before. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“But it just means you love me, right?” He leaned down so his face was at her level. “Not that I deserve it.”

She shook her head while grinning and met him halfway in a kiss that she hadn’t intended to get so intense, but he took it there, holding her waist and pulling her close until her body was pressed firmly against his own.

When she broke away to breathe, she found him smiling so big that it took away her breath more than the kiss had. “You have my word that I won’t leave you for anyone else. You’re my first love, and you’ll be my last.”

“I’m holding you to that, but I don’t think I have reason to worry. I trust you completely, Kyo-kun.” She opened the front door, pulling him in behind her by his hand with her mind officially set at ease.

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